. . . Snow had started to fall again, but the moon was still dancing between the clouds, bringing an eeriness of a vintage black-and-white film into the bedroom, making everything monochrome but still discernible. She watched the figure move in the room and moaned in anticipation as it drew nearer, disappearing below her parted legs. She tensed and began to pant at the feeling of the hands on her thighs, the heavy breath at the core of her, the low laugh. Drawing in her breath, she groaned as the mouth clamped down on her V, a tongue separating and gliding into the folds of her labia, searching for finding, and flicking on her clit.
"Yes, yes," she murmured, licking her lips, palms working her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples. Licking, sucking, nibbling, sucking harder. She writhed, sighing "oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, yessss" over and over again. The tongue glided down, flicking at her entrance. She felt her gates opening to the touch. The tongue coming back up, tonguing a ring around the clit. She begged for the sucking to recommence there, but she heard a low laugh and the mouth moved down again, sucking on her labia and flicking her entrance with the tongue, holding her close so that she couldn't escape the onslaught . . . even if she'd wanted to.
The tongue rimming her. A soft laugh and a low voice. "Ring around the rosie; ring around the rosie." Penetration. The tongue moving inside her and flicking. She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the face into her muff. "Yes, yes, yesss." Deeper, the tongue penetrating her deeper, moving in and out. And then out, her labia being sucked and nipped again. The tongue gliding higher . . . to the clit again . . . nipping, sucking, sucking harder.
"Oh, shit. I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" And then she did in building explosions and flashes of light and thumping of pelvis against torturing face, grabbing hair and crying out to the murky darkness of the ceiling . . .
* * * *
"Isn't it nice we all can be together up here on this mountain just before we have to take you two down to the college to start your freshman year?"
"Yes, Mother, It's great," Cindy said. She punched her twin, Jason, in his side at the dinner table, and, he quick-chewed up his mouthful of food so that he could parrot her.
"Yes, Mother, it's great."
Their mother, Cynthia, didn't seem irritated that they'd used the same words. The twins, both accepted to the university in the valley below the mountain resort where the family had rented a condo for two nights and both planning to play basketball at the university and to study urban design at the university, had always been in lockstep. They enjoyed the same things; had the same taste in food and friends; discovered everything in life at the same time, together; and thought each other's thoughts. The phrase "joined at the hip"—or anywhere else, for that matter—undoubtedly was coined with these two in mind.
They even both were Nordic blondes of fashion model and gym rat looks, identical blue eyes, sunny smiles, and roughly the same height. With more muscle mass—very well distributed—Jason outweighed Cindy. That may have been the only difference between them.
All seven of them were huddled around a round table, built for four, but they were a close family—the closest that could be—so no one complained. Dad, Jerry, and Mother, Cynthia, had driven Cindy and Jason up to the condo at the ski resort. It had been snowing since before they arrived, which was really early in the season here, but in big, occasional flakes that were having a slow go at turning the ground white. Grandmother Celia had driven up alone in her Miata convertible. She was fighting time, trying to stay young and hip, and was actually having a good go at it. She also held the strings on the family's fortune, having worn out three well-fixed husbands. Aunt Katie—Cynthia's sister—and her dentist husband, Carl, made up the group here so far. Cynthia was hoping a brother and his wife would show before tomorrow afternoon.
Father Jerry cleared his voice and started a speech. "We wanted to pull everyone together for this last visit before you two go off to college for the first time . . . uh, Jason, are you listening?"
He was, but just barely. Someone at the table had the toes of a socked foot rubbing his shin several inches up the hem of his trousers. He smiled at Cindy, who gave him a startled look, but then returned a warm smile.
"As I was saying," Jerry continued. "We all gathered up here to send you two off because I know you want to have an opportunity to express your appreciation to those who are making your college possible. Your mother and I have really tightened our belts to give you this boost in life. Your Aunt Katie and Uncle Carl have contributed to your college fund since you were babies. And Grandmother Celia, of course. None of this could have even remotely been possible without your grandmother's help. I'm sure you two are grateful for that."
"Yes, Daddy, of course," Cindy and Jason said in unison. Jason's response, atypically, was just a hair behind Cindy's. He was somewhat disconcerted by the toes, which had pushed on up, almost to his knee, and were rubbing him. A sock or hose? He could tell? Not bare toes, he didn't think. What was Cindy wearing on her feet? Why didn't he know? Why wasn't it obvious to him that it was his twin's toes?
"Thank you, Mom and Dad; thank you Aunt Katie and Uncle Carl; and thank you, especially, Grandmother." This time the twins were in total synch, not just in voice but in the movement of their heads in a sweep around the table.
"I certainly hope you know appropriate ways to show your appreciation," Jerry concluded, putting his speechifying to rest.
"Yes, Daddy, we sure do," Cindy said. She gave Jason a surprised look and elbowed him in the side again.
He'd been a beat too late in matching her response because he'd been thinking of what the toes were doing now as more of a caress than a rub. But, latching instantly into Cindy's thoughts, he instinctively said, "Yes, Dad, we sure do."
All of those around the table were smiling, in their own way. Jerry's and Cynthia's smiles were ones of pride and approval, Aunt Katie was shyly smiling, Uncle Carl was grinning, Grandmother Celia was displaying an imperial smile of self-satisfaction. Cindy's and Jason's identical smiles were ones of shared knowledge of the tasks ahead.
* * * *
"Yes, yes," she murmured, licking her lips, palms working her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples. Licking, sucking, nibbling, sucking harder. She writhed, sighing "oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, yessss" over and over again. The tongue glided down, flicking at her entrance. She felt her gates opening to the touch. The tongue coming back up, tonguing a ring around the clit. She begged for the sucking to recommence there, but she heard a low laugh and the mouth moved down again, sucking on her labia and flicking her entrance with the tongue, holding her close so that she couldn't escape the onslaught . . . even if she'd wanted to.
The tongue rimming her. A soft laugh and a low voice. "Ring around the rosie; ring around the rosie."
"Oh, shit. I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" And then she did in building explosions and flashes of light and thumping of pelvis against torturing face, grabbing hair and crying out to the murky darkness of the ceiling.
Penetration. He had turned her, belly to the bed, and raised her up to her feet at the foot of the bed so that she was bent over it, propped up by her spread arms. One of his arms ran up her torso, with a hand latched onto a generous breast, holding her captive, while the other hand cupped her muff, a finger working her clit and two fingers rubbing between her labia and entering her vagina.
More taxing penetration followed, though. She was groaning and huffing as he worked his cock into her ass. Making progress, then holding for her to open further to him. Then deeper. She was helping, pushing back on him, revolving her pelvis a bit, causing him to screw his way inside her.
